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Reviews of Anne Stevenson's Work |
Peter Scupham: Looking in Love, PN Review 167
reviewing Poems 1955-2005 |
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Here, in some 400 tall pages, is gathered half a century of intense looking, feeling, thinking and transforming. Linear time has been ignored, though we are given the bibliographical means to relay its shining, deceptive track…Instead we have a blocked-out thematic tapestry in which huge shapes interlock, overlap and dovetail; the poems, like the components of that glittering mechanism in “Washing the Clocks”, lie on the pages ‘making up time by themselves,/ rinsing the mesh of their wheels in mysterious oil,’ as the book moves musically from its Prologue through its eight major sections – physical geographies in The Way You Say the World, the human story in Seven Ages, artistic creation in The Art of Making – to its closing section, In Memoriam. We now have a new way of looking at this huge, wayward voyage, the exasperated and loving explorations of a sensibility formed by the American academe of her childhood and youth and a deep ambivalent love of the England Anne Stevenson has lived and worked in for most of her life…
The poetic act of looking in love allows the gate to swing on its hinge and admit presences that cold looking can never admit: presences whose nature is mysterious, contra-rational – bringers of what Auden called ‘sacred encounters’, events in the psyche which must be responded to…
Bloodaxe is to be congratulated on producing such a handsome and fitting tribute to one of the most civilised and enjoyable voices of our time: a voice which has triumphantly shown how to turn ‘then’ back into ‘now’ again. |
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Roger Caldwell: “Commonsense marvels”, Times Literary Supplement
reviewing Poems 1955-2005 |
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Given the richness and variety of her work, and how many of the poems cry out to be anthologised, it is remarkable how little celebrated…Stevenson remains. Is it that she is too American for British audiences, too British for American ones? For all her feminist moments…is she as a woman poet insufficiently strident or doctrinal for the present mood? Is it that she is too sensible, when audiences expect of poets – what they often get – a whiff of unreality? Yet common sense is not very common, whether in poetry or life, and should be prized. There is an obvious sense in which the vision of George Eliot encompasses more of life than that, say, of D.H. Lawrence, and is in the end of greater interest. So with Anne Stevenson: the broad humanity and essential maturity of her art, along with her sheer technical skills, can never properly be fashionable in any arena where intelligence is not distinguished from cleverness. But it is about time that she was recognized as one of the finest poets writing in English today. |
January 20 2006
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Pamela Stewart: “Out of the Mute Dark”, Planet
The Welsh Internationalist, 174
reviewing Poems 1955-2005 |
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I don’t know what makes a writer as wonderful and varied as Anne Stevenson, what lets her commit her intention, effort and skill to the on-going life of poetry. We get this great big book to hold in our hands, but the poet does the work, conjures words, selects and places one next to the other… Stevenson examines just about everything a poet can. Out of the “mute dark” comes her singular voice with its variations: one woman to another, one house or community to another, one country to another; poet, mother, lover, friend to the wider world, she’s always human and personal but not exploitive. The poems in Anne Stevenson’s collection remind us that poetry is essential to our lives and our civilisation. |
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John
Mole in the Times Literary Supplement
reviewing BETWEEN THE ICEBERG AND THE SHIP |
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"Chief
among Anne Stevenson's targets are those poets and critics who,
in her view, have capitulated to factionalism and whose work
seems committed to fulfilling a particular group's expectations...The
real value of her writing about poetry resides in her insider
dealing, detailed and eloquent on the processes of creation:
that "slightly bored melancholy that nurtures imagination, as
opposed to willed moods of efficiency." |
| February
26, 1999. |
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the same review in the TLS: |
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"[In
FIVE LOOKS AT ELIZABETH BISHOP] biography and close reading
of Bishop's poems and prose complement each other in what must
surely be the best available introduction to that marvellous
poet." |
Gerard
Woodward in the Times Literary Supplement
reviewing GRANNY SCARECROW |
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"Stevenson
has always been a poet concerned with memory and with how lives
are shaped through language...In the early part of the book,
the poet looks back to a Michigan childhood and student days
in Ann Arbor, which carry the genesis of a writer's life...Sometimes
her concern with history opens out onto a geological scale,
particularly in the poems that have a Welsh setting...There
are poems, always sharply accurate, perfectly balanced, musically
assured, about `Mozart, Nicholas Culpeper, mythology, fossils,
Whistler and oysters, in a collection whose tone is always affirmative,
generous and nonconformist." |
| December
1, 2000. |
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Reviews
of Anne Stevenson's COLLECTED POEMS,
(Oxford, 1996/ Bloodaxe/ 2000) |
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C.B. McCully in PN REVIEW, U.K. |
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"In
a generous and beautifully-produced volume she has given the
literary world not only an extraordinary talent but also an
example of instinct, integrity, persistence and a rare quality
of passionate thinking. These Collected Poems represent a
wonderful achievement." |
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Helen Dunmore in POETRY REVIEW. |
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"[Her]
vocation, worked out over forty years with Stevenson's rare
blend of disconcerting intelligence and sensory immediacy, is
by no means yet fully defined. A poet of Anne Stevenson's calibre
will continue to "inhabit, make, inherit" poetry. But while
she writes, go out at once and buy her Collected Poems." |
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Eobert McPhillips in The Year in Poetry, 1993 . |
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"With
Four and a Half Dancing Men Stevenson makes it patently clear
that she is more than just a biographer of Sylvia Plath; she
is among the wisest, wittiest, and most accomplished of contemporary
poets in the language". |
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